Sir Ares, Goodnight

"Jenson!"

Whitney's lioness roar could be heard throughout the student dormitory.

"Come out, you evil b*stard."

Jenson was sitting quietly by the bay window of the standard dormitory room. Placed in front of him was a wooden easel with a newly painted portrait on it.

Jenson stared at the gentle and beautiful woman in the portrait with misty eyes.

Whitney broke in, placed her hands on her hips, and stomped over to Jenson. "You've done a really terrible thing, you little b*stard."

Jenson raised his eyelids to look at her. In the ray of the sun, Whitney noticed how abnormally bright his beautiful and charming eyes looked.

"Are you crying, Jens?" Whitney asked nervously.

In her memory, this little boy was always so stubborn and unyielding. From the day he enrolled in the academy, he had never shown weakness regardless of the difficulties he encountered. Whitney shifted her gaze to the portrait, and when she saw the gentle, beautiful woman in the portrait,

Whitney was so surprised that she stared at it in a daze.

"She's so beautiful. Who is she, Jens?"

"Mommy," Jenson replied.

Whitney froze...

came

boy, but when he omitted the grammatical modifier and introduced his mommy like that, she felt

Whitney indulged in her fantasies, she was so shy that her

speechlessly at her, the sadness in his eyes diminishing a

are you

here to settle

for the etiquette class,

Jenson praised her with a

if he meant it or if he

only leave the academy a t 30 years old if I can't graduate early."

found it really hard

be it," Jenson

would have all grown up when

Jenson,

did you trick me into enrolling

heart breaks when you trick

Whitney's fury turned into tears of

"Sob, sob, sob..."

long eyelashes quivered, and when he spoke, his voice sounded a little

of saying

get back to my mommy as soon as